Watch out for the eagle. 

That's what I was always told.  When I was about 8, I remember my uncle, John Scobber III, saying, "watch out for the eagle."  That's when I first heard it, I guess.  I mean, shucks, it's been a long time now.  I can't even remember.  

But when I was 11 and a half, someone down the street, I think her name was Carol Duegnampsy--maybe Alli was her middle name, well, she said the same thing.

By God, if I ever get to be a thousand years old, I'm gonna give that eagle a good whoopin.